You know that moment When you just want to Shatter everything And you want to have the power To tighten it all into the Clenching ball of your fist And all you are searching for Is some sort of hole in the canvas Some sort of loose thread Of thoughts That you can staple around your fingernails And t e a r You want to slice upon the sky Let the sun bleed out of it You want the ground to rupture, The carpet to erupt The clock faces to be seared right off The only satisfaction You can imagine is one made of f r a g m e n t a t i o n ?